WWIII, 27 years of Decimation (LoAP members only)

[United Republic Empire]

This is a mix of narrative and IC for the villain and member nations.

The villain will be General Von Heissenburg - narrated and portrayed by Jandopolis

IT begins with the summit of Leaders from each participating member nation. They commence discussion of the looming presence that is fascism and the report of General Von Heissenburg delievered by a female spy whose name is TBA later.

I envision a long war of Heissenburg defeating participating members until the final nation is left (Alexiandra) where the remaining armies of the survivor nations have regrouped to defend the last Nation. An amazing war where each participating member chooses how they fall to Heissenburg's rampage, only to regroup and prepare for the worst in Alexiandra. Where the final battle begins and ends with one of them emerging victorious.

To receive word that (insert nation name) has fallen one after the other should be interesting. I hope to see great writings of what efforts were made to slow Heissenburg's advancement towards Alexiandra and the events that led up to how their nation falls eventually. Each nation could send aid, wire reports, etc. Just putting some ideas out there to help kick start the brain storming. Some Ideas for the demise part are: become enslaved to get behind enemy lines, find refuge in the mountains, etc.

[United Republic Empire]

There have been reports of General Von Heissenburg (high-zen-burg) invading the outer regions of the LoAP. A joint spy operation between United Republic Empire and Alexiandra has revealed that General Heissenburg has war plans for Alexiandra and will stop at nothing to clear a war torn path to the heart of LoAP. There is talk that the General is out to earn his 5th Star in the name of the Supreme Reich.

General Heissenburg's plane squadrons have proven extremely difficult to shoot down with intricately new unseen evasive maneuvers. There is a large defensive formation of tanks that patrols what could be the Supreme Reich's HQ in the recently desolated Maxtopia. No word or sight of ground troops, but Intel believes they could be hiding deep underground along with a network of old subterranean subway tunnels that is possibly being used as supply routes.

No more information has been relayed for roughly 4 days, it is believed that our inside woman has been captured. Likely being held in one of their many torture facilities.

The League now begins discussing the looming precense of fascism and how to initiate a safe extraction of the female spy. Prior to her going radio silent, she mentioned something about a secret plan called Process of Annihilation.

[Alexiandra]

Jandopolis
The Kingdom of Jandopolis
16:00

It was a warm, hazy afternoon in late July, and the clocks were striking four. The streets, shimmering in the relentless heat of the Jandopolitan summer, were bustling with a riotous cross-section of urban dwellers. Groups of young women in stylish seasonal attire drifted between shop windows, while packs of children disturbed the flow of pedestrians as they chased one another. Newspaper salesmen had become increasingly desperate since the advent of the Internet, and could be found here in abundance, plying their wares on almost every street corner. Ice cream vans trundled back and forth, parking flawlessly under the watchful gaze of police officers, blaring out garish children’s songs in an attempt to attract custom. Not all the food here was cold; street vendors harangued passers by with a litany of hot dogs, beef burgers and noodles, offering discounts to those they deemed particularly susceptible. Meanwhile, a horde of grey-clad businessmen and women marched impatiently by, keen to avoid expense - either to their wallets or to their diets. It was a uniquely organised form of chaos. To an outsider, it would seem utterly anarchic - to Alexiandran Intelligence agent Jules Ignatieff, however, this was another day in the office.

Jules noticed things that others would miss. The women milling about the shops, for example, rarely went inside. They were shopping on the credit of their wealthy husbands, most of them prevented from applying for their own jobs by the openly patriarchal Heissenburg regime. Meanwhile, the police who so diligently monitored the ice cream vans were not concerned with parking violations so much as private, tax-free enterprise. Heissenberg's war machine had been expensive to develop and now proved even more costly to maintain; soon, many feared, private street vending would be regulated to the point of extinction, as so many other industries had been. Unlike the vast majority of the world's population, Jules did not scowl at the approach of the tax collector. He and most of his fellow Alexiandrans had been raised in a culture of shared enterprise. In the Republic, taxation was viewed as a necessary evil - a collective sacrifice made for the greater good, and one that would finance improvements to the national standard of life in some roundabout way or another. But while Alexiandran authorities invested heavily in hospitals, public transport and business infrastructure, Heissenberg's Jandopolis was a well-oiled military machine. Dismissive of modern theories about 'hard' and 'soft' power, the dictator had quickly set about constructing a state-of-the-art military; one that could face Alexiandra's finest on the field of battle and live to tell the tale.

Jules had arrived at his post early that morning, receiving his orders from a tattered brown envelope in a PO box downtown. As the sun rose, he had walked the mile or two to the Market District, figuring that nothing noteworthy would happen before at least 8am. As it turned out, he had been right - nothing had happened. Like yesterday, and the day before, Jules had ambled about the District aimlessly from 8am to 3pm, scanning face after face, licence plate after licence plate, hoping to catch a glimpse of the target. He doubted he would ever find his mark. The man he was looking for was almost as well trained as he was, by his reckoning, and the large crowds of the Market District were a godsend to any intelligence officer worth their salt. It would be all too easy for the target to simply scan the street from the cover of an ice cream truck or the awnings of some patisserie before slipping, completely unbeknownst to Jules, across the concourse and into some dark alley. The children didn't help either; it was difficult to scan the crowd and dodge careening tricycles simultaneously. Still, orders were orders, and Jules guessed there were worse postings than a spot in the sunny capital of Jandopolis. The Hamza Bank had been quite rough recently, he'd heard.

Suddenly, the placid chattering of the crowd was hushed as a great crack rent the air. Overhead, the twin shapes of two Jandopolitan fighter aircraft zipped by, clearing the vast market complex in a split second. Jules had been briefed on common Jandopolitan military vehicles before his deployment, but these silhouettes were unfamiliar to him. New technology, he imagined. Alexiandran Intelligence was all too aware of the Reich's military innovations. Heissenburg's technicians slaved tirelessly over engine schematics and weapon diagrams, they knew, ensconced deep within some classified complex in the northern wastes. The location of that base was something of a Holy Grail within the intelligence community, and Jules often daydreamed about making the breakthrough that would lead to its discovery. He'd be rich; rich enough to retire early, and finally live the James Bond lifestyle he'd been sold by his recruiter. Shaking his head and laughing at himself, he returned his eyes to street level - and that was when he saw it.

On the far side of the street stood a tattered SUV, its blue paintwork scratched, its windscreen chipped, its alloys stained with dust. Something shifted in Jules' gut. The SUV had parked up, but the driver was still inside. The glare of the sun against the windscreen obscured the man's face, but Jules already knew who he was. Taking deep breaths to dilute the adrenaline flooding his veins, Jules stole surreptitious glances at the vehicle, taking in every detail. He squinted as inconspicuously as possible at the licence plate, ZXC992 - it was a match. His heart thudded against his ribcage, and he headed for the road. With a cursory glance in both directions, Jules made straight for the SUV, his hand feeling for the gun tucked into his waistband. The police officers up the street were too preoccupied with their ice cream nemeses to notice his sudden change of pace, and the driver seemed to be watching a shop entrance, waiting for someone to emerge. Now was the moment.

Jules came alongside the vehicle, keeping his pistol low and shielding it from view with his legs. Without hesitation, he wrenched open the passenger-side door and clambered in. The driver jerked round, his face frozen in an expression of horror, protests muted by the sight of a gun barrel inches from his forehead.

'Drive,' said Jules, pleased at the steadiness of his voice.

[United Republic Empire]

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[Jandopolis]

Grand Palace - Jandopolis
17:00

The citizens seemed distracted today with the free ice cream and the officers were busy with keeping the crowds from getting out of control. The High Order of Jandopolis held a meeting at the queen's capitol building in the capital city of Janton. Queen Ann Marie Jand had arrived just barely on time due to finding out last minute. She of course scolded the High Order for not sending notice sooner. The meeting commenced with Head of the High Order, Lord Reginald, outlining reports of General Von Heissenburg's desertion of the Jandosian Army. There are claims and evidence that the Heissenburg has left to join a radical regime known as The Supreme Reich. Apparently the General and a few officers had also stolen the only two brand new, top secret war aircraft as well. The Queen was furious and quite disturbed as she knew of the destruction these aircraft are capable of.

When the meeting was over the Queen sent word for a summit with Adramelech of United Republic Empire and Harper Montferrat of Alexiandra. Queen Ann knew these two were a couple of the few she could trust with helping to stop General Heissenburg from decimating LoAP. Queen Ann explained the situation at hand with haste and soon the trio was forming plans, talking strategy, and deciding where to start first. Adramelech proposed that Harper Montferrat conduct an espionage mission with him to the outer regions. To which Harper Montferrat (after a brief phone call) stated that Alexiandra already has it's top spy on the case. Both of them then decided a joint espionage would be beneficial as long as each were willing to share information. Adramelech then dialed an antique rotary phone of Queen Ann's to send the Empire's top spy to the outer regions for some insight to what they were dealing with. Afterwards Adramelech wrote a note to self to get a nice phone like Harper Montferrat, as that rotary phone was quite the nuisance to dial.

After the summit had ended Queen Ann immediately began assembling a team of engineers, architects, and defense specialists to plan out and construct fortifications and strongholds along the inner regions of LoAP. The group created numerous blueprints and soon commenced with the construction of several bunkers and anti-air missile launch pads along the borders of Alexiandra, Harrisopia, The Batlish Republic, Drallian Grand Imperium, Megarid, and United Republic Empire. No matter the cost (literally), Queen Ann is determined to prevent Heissenburg from reaching Alexiandra and decimating democracy as it's heart and soul. After hearing and seeing graphic images of the decimation of Maxtopia at the hands of the Supreme Reich, Queen Ann just couldn't allow that to happen to any member of LoAP.

Unbeknownst to Adramelech and Harper Montferrat, Queen Ann had decided it be best to also send one of their own spies to the outer regions to attempt an espionage on the Supreme Reich's HQ in what was once Maxtopia (now the site of annihilation). Queen Ann informed her spy to stay away from the Empirean Spy that Adramelech sent to the outer regions as well and to watch her from the shadows. The Queen's nephew replied that he would do his best to not get involved with the Empirean spy who was apparently a notorious assassin as well. Antan quickly gathered his gear and luggage and headed for the train that would bring him to the outer regions. Antan knew it was going to be high tension from here on out as some of the nations in the outer regions aren't on the best of terms with Jandopolis and it's High Order imposing rough tariffs on foreign ice cream exports to Jandopolis.

[Alexiandra]

Jandosian coast
04:30

He rose before the sun, jogging at a gentle pace along the beachfront. Even now, with the moon and the stars still visible in the west, it was stiflingly hot. Summer had come early to the League, and the whispering north wind carried rumours of the scorching temperatures to come. The sky was clear, devoid of the low-pressure pockets that usually squatted like unwelcome guests over the Jandosian coastline. Even the waves were placid, lapping up against the shore with scarcely more than a faint rumble. Colonel James Davenport ran easily, mouth slightly ajar, savouring deep lungfuls of clean sea air as he matched the pace of his comrades. This was his favourite time of day - that elusive moment of tranquillity before the day's frenzy began anew, like the calm before the storm. He was yet to find a substitute for the adrenaline-fuelled endorphin rush that came with running, and the logistical concerns that so often occupied his thoughts seemed to melt away as his legs powered him through the final stretch. As Alexiandra's military attaché to its Jandosian counterpart, life for the colonel could be stressful; but Jandosian summers were always a perk, and his enthusiasm for the role waxed along with the season. James entered the office that day with a smile, ready for whatever rigours desk life had in store for him.

An hour later, the atmosphere had changed beyond all recognition. A bead of sweat trickled down James' forehead as he squinted at the computer screen in front of him, checking and re-checking what must be a hoax. At the top of the display loomed the state seal of Jandopolis, bright with a riot of primary colours. Below, a tersely communiqué ended with two words, highlighted in red: SEVERE THREAT. If what he was reading was true, James thought the label was apt; but this couldn't be true. Or could it? According to the letter, the chief of the Jandosian Army - General von Heisseburg - had abandoned his command post, disappearing for parts unknown with a pair of highly classified fighter aircraft. The communiqué's frantic tone left no latitude for doubt: if not promptly located and disarmed, these jets could wreak untold destruction upon the League of Allied Powers. Heissenburg's ultimate target, purportedly, was Alexiandra - the locus of democratic socialism in the League, and time-honoured nemesis of the fascist axis. This was as grave a threat as any the Republic had faced in its two centuries of strife and vicissitudes. But it was simply too far-fetched for James to believe at face value. How could the chief of the Jandosian military simply desert his command and go into hiding? How could he single-handedly steal two prototype fighter jets? Frowning, James earmarked the report for authentication by the Alexiandran Intelligence detachment down at Fort Jones, three miles up the coast. He didn't get paid nearly enough to decide his country's fate. With a click, he closed the window and turned a forlorn gaze to the sheaf of supply briefings awaiting him on the desk. His sigh was audible in the next room.

James was barely three lines into the first briefing, however, when a sharp chime from the computer demanded his attention. At the bottom of the screen, an icon flashed amber; he clicked it, and the communiqué reappeared. This time, however, there was an addendum: Alexiandran Intelligence had finished with the document already. A small but bold postscript now adorned the bottom of the letter - zooming in for a better view, he began to read.

Code: Select all

Priority: MAX - immediate action required

Colonel Daveport,

Unfortunately Alexiandran Intelligence has received information that corroborates this communication. The warning appears to be genuine, and bears the Jandosian government's official watermark. For reasons of nwe request that you observe a strict policy of non-disclosure on this issue until more information becomes available. Gathering information about this situation should now be your top priority.

AI

James froze. The communiqué was genuine, after all, and Heissenburg was preparing a fleet of prototype stealth bombers for use against Alexiandra. The Colonel's head began to spin as he mentally explored the ramifications. Reserves would need to be mobilised; that, at least, was out of his hands. Garrisons both at home and abroad would require an upgrade to their air defence capability. The Jandosians would be massing for a pre-emptive strike. For a moment, the enormity of the unfolding conflict threatened to engulf him entirely. Then James steadied himself, compartmentalising the issue. There was only one thing he could do, personally, to maximise his nation's chances of survival. He needed to get his hands on the schematics for these prototypes - only then could he arm the Alexiandran military with any useful information.

He rose quickly, scattering the sheaf of papers across the floor. At least the imminent apocalypse would give him an excuse to avoid those. He needed to see someone - anyone - from the Jandosian general staff. They would have the clearance necessary to get him the schematics he needed. His legs, battered by the morning run, no longer felt tired as he rushed back out into the glorious dawn.